Run for the Banks
Living in the meadow
Just me and myself
Don't even know what I'm writing about
The paper, the pen
The ink of my sin
Nothing can wash out this stain I've grown in
Just me and the sky that compliments my blues
This is nothing that I'm not used to
Grass is as green as my worried lover
I'm eating away at the things I discover
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take
I tore up my innocence a few years ago
When I bathed in the lake of pure indigo
Washed up, forgotten that I could change
I saw my reflection, and it was fate
But it's the sky that compliments my blues
This is nothing that I'm not used to
Grass is as green as my envious lover
Cause I eat away at the things I discover
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take from me
When I'm filled with cobwebs
I haven't gotten to yet
When I'm miserable and can't get out of it
It starts when
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take from me
Just me and myself
Don't even know what I'm writing about
The paper, the pen
The ink of my sin
Nothing can wash out this stain I've grown in
Just me and the sky that compliments my blues
This is nothing that I'm not used to
Grass is as green as my worried lover
I'm eating away at the things I discover
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take
I tore up my innocence a few years ago
When I bathed in the lake of pure indigo
Washed up, forgotten that I could change
I saw my reflection, and it was fate
But it's the sky that compliments my blues
This is nothing that I'm not used to
Grass is as green as my envious lover
Cause I eat away at the things I discover
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take from me
When I'm filled with cobwebs
I haven't gotten to yet
When I'm miserable and can't get out of it
It starts when
I'm high on the hill
Until life has no more thrills
Then I run for the banks
When there's nothing left to take
There's nothing left to take from me
Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Ferguson, Rebecca Ferguson
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